Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Boss Pretends to Be Well After He's Gone Mad

Jiang Xiyu suppressed his emotions and saw Yuejia staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Jiang Xiyu was speechless when he saw that expression on that face.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

Yuejia took a step closer, looked down at him, and asked in a cold voice, "Then what do you mean?"

Jiang Xiyu pursed her lips, about to speak, when Yue Jia coldly interrupted her: "That's right, you've always wanted to trap me, and even opposed me for his sake..."

"What, now that I've taken over this body, you dislike it so much?"

"Or is it that you feel pity for him simply because they look alike?"

As Yuejia spoke, she leaned down slightly, casting a shadow over Jiang Xiyu.

He leaned close to Jiang Xiyu's ear and said sarcastically, "Then I'll tell you now, and I'll take it. What will you do then?"

Jiang Xiyu's hands, which were hanging by her sides, suddenly clenched.

He couldn't believe that Shiga's body could be taken away so easily, and he tried his best to calm himself down.

When Yuejia learned that Shiga had lost his magic power, he also wanted to take the opportunity to steal his body.

Jiang Xiyu stopped him, and the two clashed for the first time.

However, Jiang Xiyu did not explain at that time.

But at this moment, he gently explained to Yuejia, his tone earnest: "I didn't want to trap you, nor did I want to oppose you. I just wanted to protect you. I don't want you and the mage to end up killing each other..."

“The monk has been kind to me, but I have been deceiving him all along…” Jiang Xiyu paused, took a deep breath, and said with a strange bitterness, “So, I can’t let you do this, Yuejia.”

"Once this matter is over, I will leave Cibei Temple and never come back."

"I can go elsewhere to accumulate merit for you. I won't keep you trapped anymore. I'll stay by your side, okay?"

This was the first time Yuejia had heard Jiang Xiyu say these things, and he was suddenly stunned by the phrase "guarding you".

He suppressed the turmoil surging in his chest and asked again in a cold voice, "You said you would protect me, but is it just so I can let Shiga go?"

The moment he opened his eyes, the worry in this man's eyes for Shiga was genuine.

He actually felt sorry for the person he hated, which naturally angered Yuejia.

He and Shiga were one, and no one in this world understood this piece of wood better than him.

He could have continued acting to deceive Jiang Xiyu, but because he couldn't control his desire to get closer to him, he revealed his true colors.

There are so many emotions in my heart that I can no longer distinguish which part belongs to whom.

He decided to do it, and so he did.

He never restrains his desires.

Ironically, this person interrogated him because of someone he hated.

Yuejia reminded him, "Have you forgotten who you are?"

Jiang Xiyu looked up at him.

He looked into those dark eyes, as if trying to see through still water to the soul that now resided within them.

Jiang Xiyu said, "I haven't forgotten."

“I haven’t forgotten that I am your husband. My purpose in coming to Cibei Temple was for you. I just didn’t expect that you and the monk would have this kind of relationship.”

"I know you're not reconciled."

"But is becoming a Buddha really that good?"

If it's really that good, why does he only see loneliness in Shiga?

The light falling from the cave ceiling was clear and bright, and when it entered his eyes, it seemed to flow with the tenderness of spring water.

A touch of sincerity and pity, a touch of honesty and heartache.

It was completely indistinguishable.

The question, "Is becoming a Buddha really a good thing?" echoed in the Zen cave, as if it were a question directed at Yuejia, or perhaps at the gods and Buddhas in the murals.

The Buddhas displayed various postures, all with indifferent lowered eyes, seemingly heartless yet possessing a deep sense of compassion.

During the long standoff, Yuejia's mind wavered for a moment.

He slightly shifted his gaze to look at the gods and Buddhas depicted on the mural.

Is becoming a Buddha good?

Nobody asked.

But this matter had become his obsession, troubling him for thousands of years.

He couldn't give an answer.

Jiang Xiyu waited.

But in the end, the obsession accumulated over millennia prevailed. Yuejia lowered her eyes, a half-smile playing on her lips, and said, "Of course it's good..."

The tone was no longer aggressive, but extremely soft, as if it were telling Jiang Xiyu, or perhaps telling itself.

Becoming a Buddha is certainly good!

As the words fell, the gentle gaze that had been reflected in the shimmering light seemed to dim.

Yuejia was momentarily lost in thought, and after regaining his composure, he somewhat irritably brushed away the trace left in his mind by the shift in his gaze.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and gently cupped Jiang Xiyu's chin.

Jiang Xiyu, however, kept her eyes down, seemingly disappointed, and did not look at him.

Yuejia tightened her grip, lowered her gaze to stare at his face, and said, "Why aren't you saying anything?"

Jiang Xiyu clenched her fist, then curled it up, and then relaxed it again.

A sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in his heart. He didn't know what to do to resolve the matter between Shiga and Yuega. Perhaps, he simply couldn't resolve it at all.

Now that Yuejia has taken over Shijia's body, he can't bring himself to do it and has to go find it himself.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiyu suddenly tried to break free from Yuejia's hand that was holding her chin.

The prayer beads swayed gently in the air, and the sleeves fluttered in disarray.

Yuejia wouldn't let him break free.

This body now possesses the most basic strength of a man.

Although his magical power had not fully recovered, his bones and muscles were now covered with a layer of cold gold.

In addition, Jiang Xiyu was too sensitive to pain, so he frowned and couldn't help but gasp.

A blush was visibly rising on her chin.

Yuejia watched, her gaze pausing slightly, and the strength in her hand unconsciously loosened a little.

He was not yet familiar with controlling the power of this body, so he did not know how much force to restrain.

As a result, Jiang Xiyu turned around and was about to leave.

Yuejia's eyes sharpened, and she immediately reached out and grabbed his wrist, her voice hoarse, seemingly containing a hint of urgency: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Xiyu didn't turn around, his words tinged with weariness: "Back to the Demon Realm."

He thought that since Yuejia's soul had entered this body, then Shijia's soul might also enter his body.

Even if he can no longer hide everything he has carefully concealed this time, he will still go back to the demon realm to find out.

No matter where Shiga's soul is, he must find it.

However, the hand at her wrist remained firmly restrained, preventing Jiang Xiyu from moving an inch.

He paused for a moment, then spoke in the same tone he had used to threaten Yuejia that day, telling him to let go!

But what he got in return was a hug.

In an instant, the cool, fragrant scent of temple incense enveloped everything.

The two arms that were across Jiang Xiyu's shoulders slowly tightened, with a hint of anger and a touch of uncontrollable emotion.

Jiang Xiyu's back stiffened slightly, and she suddenly froze on the spot.

For a fleeting moment, the embrace on the lotus platform seemed strangely familiar.

They are similar yet seemingly different.

This embrace was possessive, while that day's embrace was cautious, seemingly indifferent, yet it seemed to reveal endless tenderness.

The person behind him gripped his neck, controlling his throat and breathing with an extreme display of possession and control. Then, in that position, he buried his head in Jiang Xiyu's neck and whispered, "Cat..."